First, to my friends who are trying to kick tobacco (or whatever) this new year: Good luck, good heart, feel loved and respected. It's the same as any shit your body got used to, you have to get rid of it, then get used to not having it, then convince your brain it aint comin back. Count in 12 hour chunks to 96 hours, then count in days to 30 days, then count in weeks till you forget to count. But dont think you can have 'just one', because you cant. Back in the bottom of the fuckin hole if you do. Bad minkey.
Happy and grateful to say I have 4 months and 22 days off tabac.
Farewell and adieu to you fair Garneau ladies, farewell and adieu, ladies of Garneau.. For the landlord has willed that my house be demolished... by April the 10th I must be well away..
I have lived in this fine but eroding house (11246 75 Ave.) for longer than any place I have ever lived except me folks' house at 69 Norham, West St Paul, MB. From which domicile I departed (and sometimes returned, me mum still dwelt there) in the fall of '77. I got here in August 2004, when me fine young feller of a son was 11, and me fine young feller of a German Shepherd was 7. Ed is growed up, Walter is passed on, we are older and different.
I hope that I and my lady shall find swell dwelling in the shire of Pleasantview. I like it down there. I often walk down 106 st to 51 ave, its 15 mins walk to work from there. Close to Big Grocery Stores for her, and 3 liquor stores for me. And Chinese and Empanadas for takeout and delivery.
Wish us all well, butt kickers, movers, lovers of places and people.
RIP Robert Shaw. and Lou Reed.
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